'flowers'
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Je vais sonner toutes les cloches
Pour ton anniversaire de naissance
Je vais sortir de mes poches
De jolis bijoux venus des belles anses.
I've always been a flower, delicate and soft
My beauty always praised, my presence always loved
I flutter in the wind, my petals colourful and bright
Smiling at the world, shining in the sunlight
When the dreamer’s dream, where do they go?
It’s not that field of yellow flowers.
There are no happy endings in this story.
To dream is to lie.
To lie is to sin.
Pink petals and
Bright green leaves
Gold-brown pinestraw crunches underfoot;
It's spring.
The sun shines down on me,
Come closer, a strong flower
feel your thorns against my skin,
fragile touch to the strong winds,
reach for your strength in each touch,
such grace with each deadly look.
the garden is overgrown by weeds,
the garden would be lovely without them,
the flowers would be able to be free,
to be able to breathe
untammed roots and stems weave throughout
